Lonely Poem by Conor Stephenson

Lonely



Lonely eyes turn out west
Lonely fingers creep over shoulders and onto laps
Lonely hearts intertwine with all the sad songs
Lonely knees turn to dust at the sight of someone special
Why won't my lonely bones turn to dust?

Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely,sad
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